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sum i made, nothing compares to the feeling pencil on paper evokes
Sum i made, nothing compares to the feeling pencil on paper evokes
Oh my god I'm listening to California Dreamin' with headphones and. Did you know it's one of those songs that are hardcore spliced up between headphones. Like the female and male voices are mostly coming from seperate headphones.
This makes no difference except for a cool listening experience unless. Unless you take one headphone out.
Ohhh, there's still the faintest echo of the female voices in the male voices' headphone, but half the instruments are missing. It's haunting. It's majestic. It's Denny in a old rehearsal room. It's not really a designated space, it's the backroom of their bar. They jokingly used to call it the backstage area. It's wooden panels that were never glossy. It's Michelle and Cass on old stools with cheap cider. It's Denny alone. It's Denny's guitar, with John's handwriting on its side. It's an empty room that's not used to being empty. You know when rooms sound the most loud when there's supposed to be a hundred sounds and you know every one of them? You think you can hear it out of pure fate.
He can only play as many instruments as his hands can hold. But he plays them as well as ever. There's no tremble in his fingers. He can definitely hear Cass. He can almost see John. When he closes his eyes, he can believe they're through the door, in the bar. Hearing him play. Singing back to him.
California dreaming. On such a winter's day
Dvodentsivka/zholomiya/dzholomyha (дводенцівка, жоломія, джоломига) is a Western Ukrainian musical instrument, a double flute that can be played with two voices at the same time. Today it is mainly used in folk music of the Carpathian region
The Oh Hellos: life is beautiful !!
The Crane Wives: arent you tired of being nice? Dont you just want to go apeshit
Gwadaka (Logo Design): Logo for Guadeloupe community website.
Guadeloupe (/ɡwɑːdəˈluːp/; French pronunciation: [ɡwadəlup]; Antillean Creole: Gwadloup) also known as Gwada is an overseas region of France, consisting of a single overseas department, located in the Leeward Islands,
I find it hilarious when someone in the comments of an old revolutionary/protest song is like "beautiful song, we need to return to the good old days with traditional culture and values." They completely ignore the lyrics and historical context because they can't believe that some of their ancestors might actually have been pretty progressive in certain ways.
The parallels in Adrianne Lenker’s album Songs never fails to destroy me. For example,
“I don’t want to be the owner of your fantasy, so just want to be a part of your family” (anything)
“And your dearest fantasy, is to grow a baby in me. I could be a good mother, and I want to be your wife” (not a lot, just forever)
The first song, anything, is gentle, it’s intimate. It shows the quiet parts of Adrianne’s relationship, her longing to stay and belong with her lover. Throughout the whole song she speaks of the intimacy of relationships and how this is what she was craving. She wasn’t this version of herself that her lover fantasizes about, and she never really will be. She just wants to be a part of her family, to be her wife.
The second song, seems to take place during or after the breakup. Adrianne has gone past the soft, quiet grieving that we see in the other song. Instead, she is taken over by desperation. She misses Indigo and what they had. She is willing to do anything to get it back. She mentions again this fantasy of Indigo’s that we see in anything. Adrianne doesn’t necessarily want a family or to be a mother, but Indigo does and perhaps this is the only way to get her back. We see her offer up a bargain. Let us go back to what we had, and i’ll be this version you wanted. I could be a good mother. She doesn’t want to be, but she will because she wants to be Indigo’s wife.
There is something just so inately sad about the use of the word could in this instance, the depths of her grief and desperation.
Nighthaunt - Official Lyrics
by Levi Robinheart
[V1]: The trees make me whisper A spir’t of remorse The branches are careless and course The kings have all heralded A maim for my form The Cherrys’ll wait for the storm The people are pushin And cursin each other The love and indifference For dearest old mother The Sun puts me down With a wave of its breath I wish he would put me to death The vengeance of flowers The clock of the world The jigsawmill powers The tails getting curled It makes me feel passion But heavy with gears I wish I could say you’re my dear
[V2]: No rocks that will travel With wind made to mourn A voice becomes dead when they’re born A mutagen prosp’rous The hands-on relief A cure that they’ll curse in their sleep The sound of dear gunfire A panic is torn A feud between brainwire A side in his thorn The big fest is happenin But no one’s arrived The kid’s servin coffee inside A stairwell is breakin It creaks on the floor A hellwind is howlin Her thoughts get ignored The pangolin’s frownin A god’s smokin beer I wish that your harvest was near
[V3]: The forest got older The hills can’t explain There’s emptiness that falls with the rain The habits are circlin The train’s gone away There’s no one to see you today The mermaids are restless The fog’s swimmin north The spills come relentless A voice it comes forth And if your old waters Put off the same heat Condemn me for love in your seat You carried this travesty Guitars in your face I howl at your majesty A centaur’s in space And if you were cold By the warrior’s stand I wish you would play with my hands
[V4]: The Sun’s killing berries And shoes left to waste The setting’s lost all of its taste And if there is magma Awake in its hate Until it comes frozen, I’ll wait Cause now in this summit The tarot cards fold The businessmen plummet A moth turns to mold The bell’s on probation The dragon is stayed I’ll hate me for all that I’ve made I found your addiction It’s made with amends I’ll hold their afflictions If gravity bends I wish I could meet you And sell our mistakes I wish for this nighthaunt to break
I wish I could see you And kiss your green face but I’ll wait for the nighthaunt to break
This cover version of Jolene is one of my favorites.
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// 20/01/2024//
My city (Montevideo) turned 300 years so we had a celebration with different stages around the center of the city and many famous (and not-so-famous) artists performed for free! It was a huge event, I think I've never seen so much people together, it was squares and squares of people. I had a lot of fun, I went with my bf and met my brother and a friend of him there but just for one rapper/trapper they like (Zeballos), then they went home and I stayed there until night when my favorite folklore duet performed.
After all that we got some food and Cucú the cat joined our dinner ^•w•^
so i’ve seen this around a lot and i always felt like the version i listened to just. didn’t have everything? sO! i edited together my three favourite versions of the tik tok sea shanty! enjoy!!
(listen with headphones if possible!)
(yes i know the ending is bad oKaY-)
im putting together a couple of scottish folk mixes bc that’s what i do and im honestly curious if anyone in my country has ever been unequivocally happy about anything ever
Dedicated to the Sacred Cedars of the 1000 Paths Forest, the Wind, the Rain, the Seas, the Sun, the Moon, All Life, and the Stars. "To all things we give a special dedication. Fix my body, my soul, and my spirit! I give thanks for this day, this life, this world! And for all things! Don’t chop our world trees to build your church for in those trees is more of worth than all those rice paper sheets and your hollow voices in hallowed seats. I dwell neath the sky on the ground from whence I hear the sound Creation’s echo, reverberates in the swaying of the branches, the croaking of the crow the symphony of the frogs the reveling of the leaves In Spirits midst on that fine fresh wind, Whom the Insider has ceased to know. Out, Out with the secrets, let it not dwell in false rhetoric, but in the ineffable, inexpressible workings of this wide world, beyond the voices of old bones gone to rest."
rebellion is your obligation to the next 7 generations
O' the summer time is gone.
And the trees are brown and cryin'.
And I can't hold on to time.
But for you, my dear, I'm tryin'.